Mistake Number Three

author's note: happy easter everyone!!!!

erm, i feel guilty for not continuing Playing House, i just have not constructed and gathered my thoughts on how to continue that one yet. but i promise, i will TRY my best to finish that..

THIS IS FOR CHYME31 & AZURA147: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PRETTY LADIES!! (well, belated for chyme31--better late than never...) i wrote another yunbo fic, but it's not done yet...so, i hope this one would do...
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Hwangbo lies motionlessly still on her side. She dared not to open her eyes for she knew she could not take the heavy scent of regret she might smell once she realizes where she had spent the night in, and most of all with whom she spent it with. She tried to calm her breathing and get a feel of the room. It was unfamiliar, but not the kind that gives her the chills nor did she sense fear rising in her stomach. It was the kind of unfamiliarity she likes, like the rush of a sudden adventure. It was in fact vibrant and refreshing. There was also that comfortable warmth enveloping her. It was not like the warmth brought by the thickest comforters on a chilly day, it was more like a soothing lukewarm liquid that easily glides on the throat passing off warmth on every inch of the soul down to the heart. That comfortable warmth she noticed was from the other person she shared this bed with. His skin was soft, and the arm that snaked around her bare flat belly was stronger than she remembered. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing as he exhaled.

Hwangbo lies motionlessly still on her side unable to form a coherent thought, still weighing the odds if she decides not to get up from that bed and leave.

Hyunjoong mindlessly tightens his grip around the other person's waist rubbing his palm on a smooth silky patch of her skin. He dared not to open his eyes for he did not want to be overwhelmed by regret knowing he has broken his management's rules and in the process breaking his own rules. It was a struggle to keep his breathing normal as his fears started to rise. But, there was a magical power in the warmth being emitted by the other person in bed with him that erases all doubts and fears. He could feel his heart starting to beat in that slow and steady rhythm as her chest rose and fell with every breath she took.

Hyunjoong mindlessly tightens his grip around the other person's waist trying to rack his brain to formulate a decision that could either break or make him.

It started the night before at Crown J's birthday party and album launch. He was known for his extravagant and lavish parties. Almost all his friends and former colleagues were there to celebrate with him. That was where Crown J unintentionally reunited the infamous Ssangchu couple.

The dance floor was packed and everyone was sweaty and slightly intoxicated. It wouldn't be a Fly Boy party without dropping cool beats and passing around expensive alcoholic concoction.

Hwangbo found herself trapped between intoxicated Oppas on the dance floor trying to make her dance and sway to their drunken rhythm, and so she started to dance her way out of the circle. Soon enough, she was pushed to another circle of youngsters more drunk than those Oppas. She was supposed to just enjoy a night of dancing after Seo Inyoung's nagging about going to the party, but it looks as though people were not cooperating with her. She rolled her eyes when she realized the bar was the only place that was not fully packed.

She did not plan to get drunk that night until Hyunjoong chose to sit on the stool beside her. Hell, she needed some sort of push or courage to be able to just sit there and converse with him without having her heart burst out of her chest.

Hyunjoong was tired, dead tired, but he had always liked his Crown J Hyung. He was nice to him and took care of him during their WGM days. So, he found himself swimming through the huge crowd.

"Hyung", he called out as Crown J passed by.

"Yaaah, you came. Thanks, Dude!!", the celebrant answered then did that handshake thing with Hyunjoong.

"She's here somewhere, Hyunjoong.." the older man whispered teasing and informing Hyunjoong all at the same time.

Hyunjoong knew exactly who his Hyung was talking about. There was only one person he seemed to be always looking for. Hwangbo Hyejung. His Buin.

He tried to search for her everywhere that night, but she was nowhere to be found. He even thought Crown J was just messing with his head. Perhaps, he was infected by Seo Inyoung's sardonic sense of humor. Just as he was ready to sit it out and grab a much needed drink, he found her. She sat at the bar chatting happily with the bartender. He gathered all his strength to walk up to the bar and sit beside her.

The conversation was modest as they both tried to hide the excitement, overwhelming happiness and striking fear all cooking down at the pit of their stomachs. It began with the usual Hi-Hello-How-are-you conversations, but they started talking more not minding the time or circumstances.

Somehow, both of them could not get drunk despite the number of bottles of beer they had consumed, so they ended up pretending to be drunk just to hide the shyness.

"Let's dance", Hwangbo's words slurred a bit, almost annoyed at herself for the sudden act of courage. Hyunjoong eagerly nodded.

'It's alright. He thinks I am drunk', she told herself.

Hyunjoong grabbed her by the waist and started grinding to the fast beat, 'It's okay... She thinks I am drunk', he thought.

Hwangbo was shocked at his sudden bold move, but she was a bit glad. She knew he could never do such thing unless he was drunk.

One thing led to another. Both ended up in the same hotel room, in the same bed, under the same blanket.

Now, Hwangbo started blinking her eyes. The sun has not risen yet, there was enough time for her to escape into the darkness quietly, but her body did not want to get up and she knew her heart would break if she left as if nothing happened, because her heart was sure there was something more than just the wild passionate coupling.

Hyunjoong's arms felt heavy, as if it were locked around her waist. He could have easily took his arms around the sleeping figure and continue pretending he was asleep, but if she leaves, his heart would never beat normally again and he would continue to wonder and wander around asking questions and continue to regret as he did during their farewell.

Hwangbo stirred a bit as if saying she was awake now and ready to leave if he took his arms around her waist. Her heart raced as she waited for his response.

Hyunjoong started to worry when she moved. He knew she was awake and ready to live once he unlocks his grasp. He had to decide now.

And so, he did.

Hwangbo waited for him to take his arms. It was a merciless torture for her.

Hyunjoong moved a bit, but instead of letting her go, he tightened his grip and pulled her closer. So much closer that his bare chest was touching the soft skin of her exposed back and his nose was buried under locks of her sweet smelling hair. He could not let her go, not this time, not anymore.

Hwangbo tensed up. She was surprised with his sudden motion. She was emotionally prepared to leave already, but obviously, Hyunjoong would not let her go. Truth is, both of them could not let go of each other. She knew she had to respond. Hwangbo leaned on him, letting her back rest on his chest. She was not going anywhere anytime soon. Her lips curved into a small smile. She was happy.

As she leaned on him, Hyunjoong let out a deep sigh of relief. He buried his head deeper until his lips found the back of her neck. He gave her a small peck as if thanking her for deciding to stay despite the odds they will be facing later on.

It was a mistake, and they both know that, but they linger on and let sleep take over because they want to stay in each others arms maybe just for today, maybe until forever.

There are mistakes in life they find themselves yearning to commit again.

And for this pair, mistake number one is joining We Got Married, number two is falling madly, deeply in love with each other. And this thing that they just did and decided to do is in fact mistake number three.

But just like mistake numbers one and two, they knew they'd do all three mistakes all over again.